We were blind once.
We didn’t speak once.
We didn’t know once.
Then.
Then…?
We spoke a lot,
First to ourselves,
Saying “Is this real?”
Then to each other,
In whispers.
I said I am nothing but,
A million of you together.
You said, you asked,
Me to come closer.
Somewhere in that dance,
Between us,
Time became pregnant,
With eternity.
Now you say we only knew our souls.
“Depths only,” you said,
“Not much else,” you rued.
Now we are blind again.
We don’t speak again.
We don’t know again.
Our eternity,
Orphaned, left to die,
Between the Passive,
And the Aggressive.
Are you happy now?
